Chasing Perfection: Vol. I

by M. S. Parker

  She gasped, but it wasn't a sound of pain. I squeezed tighter and twisted. She made a pained sound and I held it for another moment longer. When I let go and removed my hand, her eyes were even wider than before and she was taking jagged breaths, but she wasn't protesting.

  I gave her a nudge and she climbed off my lap. I stood and held out a hand. “Are you ready for that tour now?”

  Chapter 22

  KRISSY

  Taylor was on the bed, already down to his black boxer-briefs, when I finally got out of my dress. The make-out session from the couch had continued in the bedroom and it was clear, now, that I was going to have to take charge. I didn't mind since it usually meant I could get myself off at least once. I'd had a couple guys try to take control completely, but those encounters ended with me with my hand between my legs while the guy was looking for his pants. When it was give and take, the odds of me having an orgasm were better, but not as good as they were when I got to drive.

  I unsnapped my bra and let it slide down my shoulders, slowly exposing my breasts. Taylor's eyes darkened when my nipples came into view. The panties went next, and then I was completely naked.

  “Your turn,” I said as I leaned over him.

  He made a surprised sound as I pulled his underwear off and tossed it over my shoulder. He was definitely a natural blond. I let my nails lightly run over his cock and he shuddered. He was half-hard and I could already tell that he would be a bit over average size. I just hoped he knew how to use it.

  I crawled up his body, letting my hair brush against his body as I went. I stayed on all fours above him as I leaned down and kissed him. I didn't make it gentle, forcing my tongue between his lips. I wanted him to know that he didn't have to worry about me breaking. I'd never been able to climax from sweet and slow alone. It always took something a little extra to get me over the edge.

  When I broke the kiss, I slid back down his body until I was right where I wanted to be. I glanced up at him and then took him into my mouth. He groaned as I took his whole length. I knew that when he was at full size, I probably wouldn't be able to get it all in my mouth and I didn't feel like showing up at work tomorrow with a sore throat.

  His skin was hot and silky across my tongue and beneath my hand, that wonderful combination of hard and soft that nothing else could match. His hand rested on my head and I waited for him to take control, to push me down on his cock or maybe just dig his fingers into my hair. I'd been told more than once that I had wonderful hair to play with during sex. He didn't do either of those, merely kept his hand on my head as I moved up and down.

  “Stop,” he gasped. “I won't make it if you keep going.”

  I grinned and pushed myself up on my knees. He was fully erect now, but I wasn't going to fuck him. Not yet. If he was that close, he needed a bit of time to come down before we got to it.

  “My turn,” I said as I started to make my way back up his body.

  He got onto his hands and knees. “Do you want your head on the pillows or flat?” He gestured towards the top of the bed.

  I had to admit, I was a bit disappointed. Don't get me wrong, I wanted him to go down on me, but I'd wanted to be on top. I wanted to be able to control where his mouth went, how deep his tongue dipped. There were some guys that really knew how to please me with their mouth, but most of them needed either a map or me to take charge. I didn't let him see how I felt as I stretched out on my back, letting my head rest at the base of the pillows so I could see him.

  He lay down between my legs and lowered his head. I made an approving sound as he ran his tongue up the full length of me. When he slid it between my folds, I closed my eyes, wanting to just enjoy the sensation of friction and wet heat. I pictured Taylor's head between my thighs, his eyes peering up at me...

  The picture shifted and I saw deep brown eyes, messy black hair. His face held the promise of something I'd never felt before...

  Taylor's lips closed around my clit and I opened my eyes. Blond hair. Blue eyes. A focused determination as he swirled his tongue around that little bundle of nerves. Pleasure ran up my body and I cupped my breasts, teasing my nipples as Taylor continued to thoroughly lick me. It felt good, but there was none of the weight that promised an orgasm from oral alone. It wasn't that he was bad. He was actually pretty good, but my body just wasn't having it tonight.

  “Condom?” I finally asked.

  He looked up, surprised. “You're sure you're ready?”

  I appreciated his concern, but I didn't think I was going to get anywhere without something bigger than a finger inside me. He was thick enough it was going to be tight, but more foreplay wasn't going to help that. Besides, sometimes it was better that way.

  Taylor reached over to the nightstand and opened a drawer. He tore open a packet and rolled the latex over his cock. I watched with an almost detached disinterest. I had one hand on my breast, still playing with my nipple, and the other was between my legs, rubbing my clit as I waited.

  When he leaned over me, I wrapped my hand around him and guided him inside. He groaned as he slid the first couple inches in.

  “So fucking tight.”

  I put my hand around the back of his head and pulled it down towards my breast. It took him a moment, but he realized what I wanted and wrapped his lips around my nipple.

  “Shit.” I arched up against him as he started to suck. It was a straight line from my breast to my groin and as he continued to push into me, I started to feel that pressure that meant maybe I'd be able to get off after all.

  He paused when he was completely inside me, lifting his head off of my breast. I could tell by the look on his face that he was fighting for control. I was suddenly tempted to squeeze him, see how far I could push him, but I didn't. If he came because I was teasing, he'd be embarrassed and I wouldn't be satisfied either. I liked him enough to not want to do that.

  Finally, he propped himself up on his elbows and began to move. He had a nice, steady rhythm with long, sure strokes. He was big enough to make me feel full, but not so much that it hurt. His angle let him rub against my clit with just the right amount of pressure. I ran my hands up and down his back, lightly scratching my fingernails across the firm muscles of his ass. He made a sound in his throat when I did that and I smiled. He really was a great guy and he did know what he was doing.

  There was just one little problem. I was enjoying myself to an extent and his movements felt good, but there was no edge, nothing that promised the release I needed. In fact, the only tension I could feel inside me was the lack of sex I'd experienced over the past couple weeks, and that would never work without some help.

  When I was nineteen, I'd had a short-term relationship with a judo instructor and he'd taught me a couple self-defense moves that also worked well in the bedroom. I used one of them now to flip us over, putting Taylor underneath and me in control. His eyes were wide with surprise, but he didn't protest. Part of me wished he had. A nice little power struggle was always a turn-on.

  His hands went to my hips and I leaned forward, putting my palms flat on his chest. I rode him hard, trying to force my body to that place where I wouldn't have to think about being homesick, about living in a hotel...about my totally hot and untouchable boss.

  DeVon wouldn't have laid passively beneath me, I was sure. I'd seen it in his eyes. He'd dig his fingers into my hips, leaving bruises. He'd fuck me hard enough to make me see stars. He wouldn't treat me like I could break, but he'd try to break me.

  The thought of having DeVon pounding into me, his mouth and teeth marking me, his hands all over me, buried in my hair...

  I came with a shudder, my body going stiff and clamping down on Taylor's cock. He cried out, his hips jerking up against me as he came. I slumped down on him, pressing my face against his chest to hide the guilt. Sure, I fantasized when I masturbated, but I didn't like to do it when I was with someone, especially someone I liked. Besides, Taylor was gorgeous. I shouldn't have needed...

  I squeezed my eyes
closed and pushed the thoughts out of my head. I rolled off of Taylor and he climbed out of bed to discard the condom. I turned my face away from him and gave in to the chemicals coursing through my body that told me to relax and sleep. I was half under when the bed dipped. I felt Taylor press his lips against my spine but didn't move. I didn't want him to know I was awake. He draped one arm across me and then I was asleep.

  Chapter 23

  DEVON

  Kelsee's painted red lips stretched wide around my cock as I fucked her mouth. She made a gagging sound as I pushed too far, but I held her there for a moment anyway, letting her struggle against the grip I had on her hair. She knew what to do if she wanted me to stop. She also knew that if she tapped out, she would get a taxi ride home and that was it. She'd still be represented by Mirage, but she'd never get a second chance to fuck.

  When I finally pulled her off my cock, she coughed and gasped for air. She definitely had a mouth made for oral, even if she did have to work on her gag reflex. I didn't give her a chance to recover as I pulled her to her feet. I'd already stripped her – not that it had been hard considering the only thing she'd been wearing under that thin dress had been skin – but I was still dressed. My pants weren't even down, just open.

  I gave her a nudge towards the bed, releasing her hair. I slowly undressed as she climbed onto the large bed I'd bought just for nights like this. This was where I fucked, and this was where I sometimes let the women sleep if it was really late. I slept in my bedroom and always made sure I left a note with cab fare in it on the nightstand for them to find. In fact, the locked drawer in the top of the dresser had a stack of notes and twenties. The rest of the dresser was filled with other things, things that I was debating about using tonight.

  My skin felt like it was on fire and every muscle in my body was tense. I needed release. Sometimes I liked to use the things I had in the dresser. Floggers and crops to discipline, nipple clamps and dildos of various sizes. Vibrators and butt plugs. Ropes, scarves, blindfolds, handcuffs and a spreader bar. I'd spent years collecting the best toys.

  Tonight, I decided, I wanted to use my hands and my mouth. I just didn't know if I wanted her on her back or stomach first. It would all depend on how I planned on taking her, from behind or face-to-face. I made the choice almost immediately after I'd thought it. Behind. She was pretty, but I didn't want to see her face. This wasn't a personal connection. This was fucking.

  “Lie on your back.”

  She did as she was told, spreading her legs before I said anything. That was fine. I intended to get there, just not yet. I stepped out of my underwear and walked over to the bed. I quickly cuffed Kelsee's hand to the headboard, then walked to the other side to do the same. I'd had the cuffs specially made. They were soft leather, the ones I used when I didn't want to leave marks where anyone could see them. They wouldn't hurt her, but she wouldn't be able to do anything, either. I left her legs free. She was too short for the restraints at the bottom of the bed unless I wanted to get the extensions, but I wasn't patient enough for that at the moment.

  I climbed onto the bed, loving the way her eyes were so wide as they stared up at me. I kept my gaze on her face as I squeezed her breasts. She took a shuddering breath, but didn't make a sound. I rolled her nipples between my fingers and she moaned, arching her back. I pinched her hard and she whimpered. When I started to tug on her nipples, her mouth fell open. The harder I pulled, the harder she panted, until, finally, she cried out. Only then did I let her nipples go.

  “I thought about putting clamps on those,” I said as I moved to straddle her waist. “Making them so swollen and sore that you'll have to go topless all weekend.” I leaned over and flicked my tongue across the tip of one nipple, then the other. Her body jerked with each touch.

  “Yes,” she said breathlessly. “Yes, please.”

  Without warning, I bit down on the nipple in front of me and she screamed, her entire body going rigid. Something deep inside me twisted as the errant thought popped into my head: would Krissy scream if I bit her? To clear my head, I turned to the other nipple and bit down, eliciting another scream. Before Kelsee could draw enough air for another cry, I took her nipple into my mouth and began to suck on it. This wasn't a gentle suckling to coax pleasure from a lover but a rough pull of my mouth, the kind that made the body beneath me writhe.

  I ran my hand down over her flat stomach and slid my fingers between her legs. She'd closed them at some point when I'd been playing with her nipples, but I pushed them open. When I switched to the other breast, I shoved my middle finger into her pussy.

  “Fuck!” Kelsee tugged on the restraints, but they didn't give. Stronger women than she had tested them.

  I pumped my finger into her as I pulled at her breast with my lips, tongue and teeth. By the time I was done with them, her nipples were red and puffy, tender to even look at, and her entire body was shaking. She hadn't come yet, but I knew she was close. I withdrew my hand from between her legs and slid my finger between her lips. She didn't need me to tell her to suck.

  “Don't come until I say you can,” I said. “Understand?”

  Kelsee nodded.

  “If you disobey me,” I added. “I'll fuck your ass dry.” Her eyes widened but she didn't say anything.

  I unsnapped the restraints and gave her a moment to rub the feeling back into her wrists as I repositioned them at the side of the bed.

  “On your stomach.”

  She obeyed, but I saw her wince as her nipples touched the sheets. If she thought that hurt, she was going to be crying when they rubbed against the thousand count cotton while I fucked her. I shrugged. She knew what she had to do if she wanted me to stop. If she didn't tap out, it was on her.

  I stretched her arms out straight and tied them down. I climbed onto the bed again and pulled her ankles together. I kept one hand on them as I ran my other hand over her ass. She didn't have much of one, not like...other women.

  The first time my hand cracked against her ass, she yelped, her body jerking. A small sound of pain followed, but I had a feeling that was from her nipples. I'd practically been gentle. The second one was harder. I let her legs go as I alternated hands, my palms stinging as her ass turned from pink to red. She squirmed, trying to get away, but I'd done this too many times. I didn't miss a single stroke and I didn't stop until I knew anything more would bruise. If she'd been one of my girls, I would've kept going, and a part of me wanted to anyway.

  I released her wrists and pulled her arms back. “Grab your ankles and pull your legs apart.”

  The position was impossibly awkward, but she did it, opening her legs wide enough for me to see that she was wet.

  That was good, because I wasn't going to give her any foreplay. I picked up a condom from the nightstand and put it on. My cock was throbbing with everything that had built up from the moment I saw Krissy walk into my house with that asshole, Taylor.

  I scowled as I positioned myself behind Kelsee. Was Krissy going down on him? Did she come with his face buried in her pussy? Was he fucking her? Missionary? Doggie style?

  The image of Krissy on all fours, her eyes glassy, mouth open, while Taylor slammed into her was too much.

  I drove forward, burying myself in Kelsee's tight channel with one thrust. She wailed, almost losing her grip on her ankles. I grabbed her hair and yanked her head up. “If you let go, I'll use my crop on your tits, got it?”

  She whimpered and tried to nod. I kept hold of her hair and used it as leverage. I didn't go slow; I didn't care if she'd adjusted to my size. I just wanted to fuck her hard enough that I forgot all about how Krissy was probably on her back underneath Taylor.

  I closed my eyes, forcing myself to think only of the body I was driving into, the way she squeezed around me, the sounds she made. No face. No name. Just curves and dips, hot and wet.

  DeVon.

  It was Krissy's voice in my ear, the low, husky way I imagined she'd say my name.

  “Fuck!” I practically scr
eamed it as I came. I ground my teeth together. This couldn't be happening again. I slammed my hand down on the bed and heard Kelsee squeak.

  I opened my eyes. I'd forgotten about her. I was still inside her and I'd forgotten about her.

  And she hadn't come. Her entire body was tense and shaking. Her head was turned to the side enough that I could see the tears streaming down her face.

  “Did you come?” My voice was rough as I asked the question.

  She shook her head.

  “You're allowed,” I said. I put my hands beneath us, getting a finger slick with her juices. At the same time, I used my thumb to rub her clit while I pushed my finger into her ass.

  She bent so far back as she came I thought her spine would snap. Her mouth was open, but no sound came out. All of her muscles went rigid, her pussy tightening around my cock hard enough to hurt, but it was the kind of pain that I needed right then and I shuddered.